Margie came down with a bit of a bug on Friday — nothing serious, just enough to make her unhappy, put the kibosh on various weekend plans, and so forth.
It did get Kitten and me out of the house for a big chunk of Saturday, getting our flu shots (large crowds), shoe shopping, lunch, headband searching, and groceries.
The headband bit was frustrating. I wear one at karate (so that the streams of sweat don’t get in my eyes, or, worse, on my glasses). The two terrycloth ones I have are probably older than most of my readers, and the one Margie gave me is okay but it isn’t terrycloth.
So I went to Sports Authority. Huh. Where does someone find something as ubiquitously useful as a sweatband?
So I asked someone, who directed me to someone else, who directed me to …
Okay, so I was a kiosk or rack of the things. Instead, I was directed to three widely disparate kiosks, each of which was boldly branded with BIG LOGOs. Nike. Adidas. Something else I didn’t recognize.
Um, if I want a headband, I want a headband, not an advertisement that makes me feel like the Number (or at least Swoosh) of the Beast has been branded on my forehead. Call me old-fashioned, but …
So I left. I’ll look someplace more generic (like Target) to see what they have.
Meanwhile, the grocery store. See, since Margie’s being sick had interfered with our dinner plans (sorry, Stan), I decided to make dinner, which eventually resolved into lasagna. Bought all the ingredients to make a couple of them, then we headed home.
Started off with simmering up a nice sauce with sausage and all sorts of goodies. Etc., etc., and I was quite pleased with the results (it certainly beat my Classic Fennel Lasagna of old). Margie seemed to enjoy it, too, though Katherine wasn’t enthused by the ricotta cheese.
Overnight, I woke up at about 3 a.m., realizing I hadn’t set the clocks ahead, including the one next to my head. I proceeded to do so (miraculously, doing it correctly). I discovered that when we’d “sprung forward” in the spring, I hadn’t availed myself of the convenient DST switch on the bottom, which meant I had to do it Old School by hand. *sigh*
Got up, dragged Kitten off to church, came back home, made pancakes for everyone. Then while Katherine was hauling in the Halloween decor from outside, I raked leaves (yes, sir, yes, sir, five trash cans full). Then we practiced our karate.
After that, a hazy-lazy day working on digital photos.
Nice.